It took me over seven years, many hours of studying, a determined spirit, and lots of pennies to become a naturalized citizen of this great country. Why? No quick or easy answer. It wasn’t for the monetary benefits. Still in my 30s, I didn’t see social security as something to hang my hat on. Certainly not for health care. It doesn’t exist, at least as I write. Both were a given in my native country, England, UK.
So why become a citizen?
I wanted to be part of the process and to have a voice that mattered; to be heard, to have representation of my thoughts, ideas, beliefs, and all the other good-feeling notions one has as they pledge their allegiance to a flag other than their birth or adopted home.
So what’s up with jury service?
Nothing. I am excited. It’s my right. It’s what I signed up for.
So, what’s my gripe?
I started my new part-time job March 1st and on the same day received a jury summons to appear March 29th.
I have gently navigated over the past two years from unemployment to part-time work, whilst building a second career freelancing in social media and marketing communications. I also volunteer. Oh, and I have a mortgage, a young teenager, a couple of pets, and a few other frills, like a car.
Why not call upon those of us citizens who are so very unfortunately unemployed first. Me. For the last 24 months. Just a thought.